Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fanart Nico

I'm about to scream when Nico orders his men to gag me. The pain is excruciating, and I feel the tears burning in my eyes, spilling down the sides of my face. After what feels like an eternity, the tattoo artist finishes his work. I relax in the chair, exhausted, just wanting this nightmare to end. When he's done, a bold, beautiful script tattoo reading "Nico Demonio" is sitting across the top of my breast. Nico comes to inspect it, a satisfied smile on his lips. He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed.

Worthy of that arm around her waist. Unlike me. My throat tightened. Why the hell am I comparing? It's not like Luca even proposed to me. At her feet, clinging to her skirt with small hands, was a much younger Nico. He grinned widely, with his teeth out, although a few were missing, his eyes looked bright and carefree in a way I’ve never seen before. He looked … really happy, it was an inner happiness I had never seen before.

They bypassed the middle tier. They were coming up the stairs. Please, no. Please, God, no. The scent hit me first, sandalwood, rain, and expensive tobacco. It was a dark, intoxicating smell that triggered every survival instinct I possessed. A shadow fell over my desk. I stopped typing. I couldn't breathe. I forced myself to look up, feigning the confusion of a student interrupted. Nico was standing right there. Up close, he was terrifyingly handsome. His eyes were a pale, icy gray, wolf’s eyes framed by thick, dark lashes. There was a scar cutting through his left eyebrow, a small imperfection that only made him look more dangerous.

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

But the words echo, raw and damning. I clutch the railing, the wood biting into my palms. My body feels like it’s breaking apart. Nico tucks the phone away, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Now you see.” Tears stream down my cheeks, hot against the cold wind. My voice is broken. “Why are you showing me this?” “Because Saint doesn’t deserve you,” Nico says. “And because I want him to bleed. You’re the key to both.” I shake my head violently, stumbling back. “No”

I ask looking between the besties. “Oh, honey Nico is in his late thirties looks like fucking adonis and has a body that I would pay to lick his sweat off of” Sran says fanning himself off dramatically. “So, we send my bestie to the unknown with a demigod who’s most likely packing a fucking anaconda in his pants did I get that right?” I ask with a small smirk, feeling both bad for my stepsons and sort of glad for my bestie.

said Nico while trying to hide his laughter. “Well every time you ask questions, your questions are the types of questions I don’t want to answer and I want to keep it to myself” I whispered. “Well too bad I’m your friend and you know that I never stop until I get some answers,” said Nico and ate the cupcake. I sighed and gave up. “Katie is a girl I met at the beach,” “And?” said Nico while not taking off his annoying smile. “Well she’s a painter and she’s staying now in the orphanage for a vacation,” I added.

“Nicco. Remember when you said I could have an office assistant?” He turned to look at me with a look of confusion. “You want to talk about this now?” I rolled my eyes and ignored the sarcasm in his voice. “See that man? The one with the canapes?” Nicco stopped and looked before nodding. “His name is Mario. He wants to go back to New York and finish school. I think he’d make a great assistant for me.” Nicco looked at me incredulously. “You want me to take one of my mom’s Omegas?” He sounded amused. “I thought you were trying to win her over.”

"HELP!" The door slammed open. Nico pushed through. "Stop her, Nico. She's working with them!" I shrieked. "No! You have to die. You have to die so I can get my Annabeth back." She lunged forward, her face a mask of pain and determination. Nico caught her around the belly. Jerked her back. I clambered forward, slapped the syringe from her grasp as she tried to fight off Nico's steel grip. "SECURITY!" Nico shouted.

Pov: Bianca Nico was a little boy of eleven or thirteen who looked at Andre like he created the entire universe. The boy had literal stars in his eyes and adored the ground Andre walked on. "Bianca, this is Nico," Andre introduced, a fond expression on his face as he looked at the little boy. Nico grinned a toothy grin. "I'm his favourite cousin!" He proclaimed, his chest puffing with pride. Andre's lips tilted up good-naturedly, amusement dancing in his eyes and he ruffled the boy's hair, not disputing the fact the little boy had claimed.